Twenty-Three

Sorry for the short chapter! I am still recovering at home and doing my best to get as much writing done to catch up on the days I've missed :)

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Ace went back inside and started hammering back drinks like his life depended on it. At the very least, his sanity did. As much as I wanted to stop him, I knew he was holding on by a thin thread after that conversation and right now he needed a distraction.

I made sure to stay one step behind him in case anything happened, but by the end of the night, he looked exhausted and ready for bed. It was difficult to pull him away from the guys, but he was about to go overboard and possibly give himself alcohol poisoning.

“Come on, Ace. You need to get to bed.” I struggled to haul him up the stairs as he went floppy dead weight on me.

“Hey, pretty girl. You’re so pretty, where did you come from?” he slurred.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Oh man, you’re wasted.”

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, pretty girl, but I can’t sleep with you. I have my own pretty girl